Orange Cream Swirl Shakes!!

The girl at Arby's with the cute smile gave me extra cream in my shake today.
With a name like Shasta, I can't help but wonder what her mother was thinking...
I've always liked the woman up there with the glasses.
I think she's a manager.
Her hair is drawn back hot against her scalp into a dense little bun at the back.
Entirely too tight for a blonde.
I always seemed to notice the hairs that got away from that Gordian knot.
I smile inside at the sight of them.
The woman seems little prudish at first but when she smiles, you see it.
I tipped her on homecoming night when I got Keely and myself a shake.
That's when I first saw it. That smile and that slow ignition that comes from getting to know a person like her.
It's just like starting an old car on a winter morning, where your bitten by frost and breathe rough fog patches out as the engine whines and whirs but combusts as all good little internal combustion engines do, and should.
There's an expectation we all have come to inherit.
We want to be liked
Even when we say we don't
After all we like to warm our toes don't we?
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?

Today, she was in the kitchen talking with an employee and noticed me waiting at the pickup counter, and she began to wave at me energetically from behind the turnover oven.
I suppose there has to be something at the end of the denouement, even if I can't see it.
Then again, I've never been one to settle for such unravellings.
I prefer sequels.

I think I've made a new friend.